There's nothing new here,
I've got nothing at all.
Meaningless phrases,
won't go very far.
This barren white sheet,
begs to be filled.
It's racking my brain,
and giving me chills.
I'm trying my hardest,
not to fit the cliche.
But it's making me nervous,
and I'm being delayed.
Uneventful pauses,
don't help the process.
They just fuel the madness,
and halt all my progress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem